Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure Sunday. Sudbury. Sunday in Sudbury? Why not? ********************************************** “Yes, I there possibly is a cave”! advised the friendly shop manager in ‘At The Myddle’. “But I’m not entirely certain, because I’ve just moved in! I’ll ask around!” “Yes, there is a cave near here somewhere!” proclaimedContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Nine of an Ancestral Adventure”
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Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure Reclamation. Whether I be at home in Shropshire or in Suffolk is a dilemma that can only be solved by checking out my territory – by a full survey of my lands and properties. I can’t believe that I once stood in a classroom, zoning out theContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Eight of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure Shropshire. Suffolk. Shropshire. Suffolk. Where? Just where exactly do I come from? I was born in Shropshire. I live in Suffolk. And, in between times, I’ve lived just about everywhere else in the UK. Rootless. Rootless and a long way from home. A long wayContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Six of an Ancestral Adventure
Day 6? There is a Day 6, but I’m spending most of it back in my usual haunt in Suffolk, propped up on my bed (with a beautiful view from my window), recovering from yesterday’s eight-hour trip back from the Myddle; and, courtesy of my laptop, incommunicado with the love of my life – Ancestry.com! I do love Ancestry.com, and theContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Six of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure Roots. Take root or take a risk and brave the traffic for the inevitable four-hour route back to Suffolk? As I leave Myddle, I realise that my roots are elasticated, and they won’t give enough to allow me to hurtle away unhindered. Old Beezlebub gallops aheadContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral
AdventureBack to Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral Adventure Sadness reigns. We’ve just spent our last night at the Red Lion Lodge and, with a loaded car and deflated children, it’s almost time to leave. All is not lost, a delivery lorry, blocks our exit from the Red Lion car park. Abandon ship, children. WeContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral”
Back to the Myddle: Day Four of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to Myddle: Day Four of an Ancestral Adventure Following up on a tip from some locals at the Red Lion last night (yes, I did manage to tempt my children back out of the Lodge, with the promise of treats from the dessert menu!), I meet up with my Uncle, and pay a visitContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Four of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Three of an Ancestral Journey
Back to Myddle: Day Three of an Ancestral Journey No more slow shuffling today – I have a four and a half mile brisk walk planned! I’m kitted out with a pack of ‘Gough’s Walks’, purchased from Saint Peter’s church (only £3, so go and buy your own!), and I’m set forContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Three of an Ancestral Journey”
Back to the Myddle: Day Two of an Ancestral Journey
Back to Myddle: Day Two of an Ancestral Journey The plan today, is to take a trot along my Great (lots of Greats!) Uncle Humphrey Kynaston’s old haunts, up at Nesscliffe, but, first, my children need some fresh air to wake them up and warm them to the idea. Getting out of the lodge doorContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Two of an Ancestral Journey”
Back to the Myddle: Day One of an Ancestral Journey
Back to Myddle: Day One Back. Back to Myddle, the home of my ancestors. Having spent much of my life with the squawking of seagulls and the swishing of the sea, I’m not sure what to expect. Will I feel at home in a tiny village in the middle of Shropshire? I pull in atContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day One of an Ancestral Journey”
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